a craving, for siesta

i don't know if it's just the physiology of getting older but i find myself craving for loads and loads of siesta hours these days. a little snooze at midday is all i need to recharge and revitalise the dwindling energy.

but at this point, siesta is more often a dream, when not at work, the few quiet moments when little girl is asleep for a bit longer is few (or never?). the routine revolves around preparing my beautiful girl's solid meals, feeding her and making sure she doesn't enhance any more of her climbing skills. I'm on alert during her every waking second.

so baking, (like polishing our process of making ensaymada) or learning to knit is relegated to the list of future hobbies. if jan is kind enough to bring us another of her masterpieces (the ensaymada pictured above) when she comes to visit, that would be fantastic. she's fab.

perhaps if i promise to minimise if not utterly eliminate time wasting, like reading rubbish in the gossip pages, on the web and social media, knowing that tidying up takes hours, I'll feel refreshed, no need for a few minutes of daytime sleep.